“Stay with Us, Lord!”

“Stay with me, Lord, for it is necessary that you be present, so that I do not forget you. You know how easily I abandon you.

Stay with me, Lord, for I am weak and I need your strength that I may not fall so often.

Stay with me, Lord, for you are my light and without you, I am in darkness.

Stay with me, Lord, to show me your will.

Stay with me, Lord, so that I may hear your voice and follow you.

Stay with me, Lord, for I desire to love you deeply and to always be in your presence.

Stay with me, Lord, if you want me to be faithful to you.

Stay with me, Lord, because, no matter how wretched my soul may be, I want it to be a source of consolation for you, a haven of love.

Stay with me, Jesus, for it is getting late and the light is fading…, that is, life is passing; death, judgment and eternity are approaching and it is necessary that I renew my strength in order not to stop on the way, and for that, I need your help.

It is getting late and death is approaching. I fear the darkness, the temptations, the aridity, the crosses, the sufferings, and I am in such need of you, my Jesus, in this night of exile.

Stay with me, Lord, because at the hour of my death, I want to remain united with you, if not by means of Communion, at least through grace and love.

Stay with me, Jesus. I do not ask for divine consolations because I do not deserve them, but I do ask of you the gift of your presence.

Stay with me, Lord, for you alone are the one I seek, your love, your grace, your will, your Heart, your Spirit because I love you and I desire no other reward than to love you more and more; to love you with a firm, practical love, to love you with all my heart on this earth so that I may continue to love you perfectly for all eternity.”

(Saint Padre Pio)

I adore you profoundly, O my Jesus, in the Blessed Sacrament of the altar. I acknowledge you as true God and true man, and by means of this act of adoration, I propose to make up for the coldness of a very great number of Christians who do not even deign to greet you as they walk past the tabernacle where you so kindly remain all the time, impatiently and lovingly waiting to communicate yourself to your faithful.

In their indifference, they are like the Jews in the desert, totally weary of this manna from heaven. In reparation for such tepidity, I offer you the most precious Blood you shed through your wounds and especially through the wound in your side, and, hidden in spirit in this sacred wound, I say to you with love: “May the most blessed and divine Sacrament be praised and thanked at every moment.”

I adore you profoundly, O my Jesus; I acknowledge that you are present in the Most Blessed Sacrament of the altar. By means of this act of adoration I propose to make up for the ingratitude of so many Christians who, seeing you under the appearance of bread, you who could be their support in the great journey of eternity, do not keep you company and hardly even honor you with an exterior act of adoration.

In reparation for such coldness, I offer you the most precious Blood you shed through your wounds and especially through the wound in your side, and, hidden in spirit in this sacred wound, I repeat with fervor: “May the most blessed and divine Sacrament be praised and thanked at every moment.”

I adore you profoundly, O my Jesus, true bread for eternal life. By means of this act of adoration, I propose to make reparation for the many wounds inflicted upon your Heart every day through the profanation of the Eucharist where you deign to remain in order to be loved and adored by the faithful.

In reparation for so much irreverence, I offer you the most precious Blood you shed through your wounds and especially through the wound in your side, and, hidden in spirit in this sacred wound, I repeat with love: “May the most blessed and divine Sacrament be praised and thanked at every moment.”

O Jesus, I would like to be a seraphim, in order to offer you a burning heart. I would like to be a martyr, to be able to give you my whole life. I would like to be a cloudless sky in order to receive you. I would like to have the whiteness of the angels to welcome you. I would like to have the purity of Mary and the sentiments of her Immaculate Heart! I would like to have the tenderness of all the mothers on earth with which to caress you. I would like to be a living cross so that you might come and nail yourself to it and find repose.

But what can I offer you other than my poverty, my lack of refinement, my darkness, my coldness, and all the wretchedness in me? O Jesus, Sun of my existence, the Good of my life, my One and All, what can I say to you, what can I offer you? I can only murmur these few words: “May the most blessed and divine Sacrament be praised and thanked at every moment.”

I adore you profoundly, O my Jesus, living Bread come down from heaven. By means of this act of adoration, I propose to make up for the very many irreverences committed every day by the faithful when they attend Mass, there where through an excess of love, you renew, in an unbloody manner, the same Sacrifice you formerly offered on Calvary for our salvation.

In reparation for so much ingratitude, I offer you the most precious Blood you shed through your wounds and especially through the wound in your side in which I hide in spirit. I join my voice to that of the angels who form a pious crown about you and I repeat with them: “May the most blessed and divine Sacrament be praised and thanked at every moment.”

Adoration with Saint Thérèse of the Child Jesus

On that blessed evening of Love, no longer speaking in parables, Jesus said: “If someone wants to love me all his life, let him keep my Word; then my Father and I will come to visit him. And making of his heart our dwelling place when we come to him, we will love him always.

To live of Love means to retain you, Incarnate Word, Word of my God. Oh, you know, divine Jesus, that I love you. The Spirit of Love enkindles me with His fire. It is by loving you that I draw the Father to me. My weak heart retains Him unconditionally. O Trinity! You are the prisoner of my love.

To live of Love means to live of your life, glorious King, the delight of the elect. You live for me, hidden in a host. For you, I wish to hide myself, O Jesus. Lovers seek solitude, a heart-to-heart that lasts day and night. Your only gaze is my delight. I live of Love!

To live of Love does not mean to set up one’s tent on this earth atop Mount Tabor. It means climbing Calvary with Jesus, looking upon the Cross as a treasure. To live of Love means to give one’s full measure, without seeking a reward here below. Oh! I give without counting, being quite certain that when one loves, one is not calculating. To the divine Heart overflowing with tenderness, I give everything.

To live of Love means to banish from our lives all fear, all memory of past sins. I can no longer see any trace of my sins, for in an instant Love burned them all… Divine Flame, O very gently burning Furnace, in your hearth I fix my dwelling place. Only in your light will I sing at ease, because I live of Love.

To live of Love means to be constantly finding one’s way, sowing peace and joy in all hearts. O my Jesus, charity is urging me on because I see you in the souls of my sisters. That is my only star! In its light I sail without taking any detours; my motto is written on my sail: “To live of Love”.

To live of Love when Jesus is sleeping means to find repose amid stormy seas. Dear Lord, do not be afraid that I will awaken you. I wait in peace for the shores of heaven… Soon faith will rend its veil. My hope is that I will see you one day. Charity puts wind in my sails and pushes me along. I live of Love.

To live of Love, O my divine Master, means to beseech you to spread the fire of your love in the holy and sacred soul of your priest. May he be purer than a Seraphim in heaven. Oh! glorify your immortal Church; do not, dear Jesus, turn a deaf ear to my moaning. I, a child of the Church, immolate myself for it. I live of Love.

To live of Love means to wipe your face. It means to obtain forgiveness for sinners. O God of Love, may they enter into your grace and bless your name forever… The blasphemy echoes in the depths of my heart. To remove it, I wish to sing forever: “I adore and I love your sacred Name.” I live of Love.

To live of Love means to imitate Mary Magdalene, bathing your divine feet with tears and precious perfume, as she kissed them with delight, drying them with her long hair…. Then, getting up, she broke the vase, releasing its fragrance before your sweet face. The fragrance I use to perfume your face is my love.

“To live of Love, what a strange and foolish idea,” those in the world tell me. “Oh, stop singing. Do not waste your perfumes or your life; know how to employ them usefully!” To love you, Jesus, what a fruitful loss! All my perfumes are unconditionally yours. I want to sing as I leave this world: “I am dying of Love!”

To die of Love is a very sweet martyrdom and that is what I would like to suffer. O Cherubims, tune your lyres, because I feel that my exile is about to come to an end. Flame of Love, consume me unremittingly. Life of an instant, your burden weighs heavily on me! Divine Jesus, fulfill my dream to “die of Love”.

To die of Love, that is my hope! When my bonds will be broken, God will be my great reward. I do not wish to possess anything else. I want to be enkindled by His love. I want to see Him, to be united with Him forever. That is my heaven, that is my destiny: “To live of Love!”

Lord Jesus, you said, “Ask and you shall receive; knock and it shall be opened to you.” Firmly believing that our requests will be granted, we ask you especially for the grace of a holy death. After the example of Mary, in an upsurge of love and the desire to be united with your eternal felicity, grant that we may soar to your side, so as to adore you and thank you for ever and ever.

Grant that, at the end of this life, we may contemplate you in heaven, glorify you and love you with the angels, our holy patrons and all the saints in heaven. Amen.